In my book…

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The iconic, Blossoms Book Store, Bangalore.

My relationship with books began from the time I was old enough to interpret one.

Amar Chitra Katha was the book that first nudged me towards reading and I steadily progressed to Tinkle and Chandamama.

Mark and Mandy were my best pals till Enid Blyton introduced herself to me. And from then on I had adventures galore with ‘The Famous Five’ and ‘The Secret Seven’. Because a dreary convent school held me captive in the real world, my imagination helped me lose myself at boarding school, indulging in mischief and high tea with the girls at ‘Malory Towers’.

Just when I stepped into my teen years, Nancy Drew made an appearance and the sophisticated detective (She actually wore lipstick! Was I impressed, or what!) was my new best friend. We solved many adventures together, as I put on my thinking cap to guess who the culprit might be. It was also around this time that I discovered that patience had been granted to me in excruciatingly small reserves, and my bad habit of reading the ending of a book, even before I started reading the book, took seed.

Mills & Boons were a strict no-no at home so I had to make do with Barbara Cartland. Her drop-dead-gorgeous-with-the-tiniest-waists-possible, hapless and helpless, always swooning heroines made me feel pretty inadequate (I had never fainted in my life) and how I longed to be like them! The always dour, but swashbuckling counts that in reality had a hearts-of-gold, steeds, vast estates or better still kingdoms and jewels among other things were the stuff fantasy-men were made of.

By now, reading was a passion that I indulged in brazenly. Newspapers, magazines, text books, even labels on merchandise, I devoured every written word like my life depended on it!


Books were treasures that I was torn between dying-to-share-with-others and hating-to part-with. People who mishandled and defaced books were despised with a vengeance. A quick solution was reached, I would buy another copy of the book I wanted to share and safely lend that without the fear of it being vandalized.

On the topic of vandalism, I plead guilty of being a book-vandal myself, although a very refined one. I liked marking lines, quotes, phrases and sometimes even words with whatever writing instrument was at hand. My favorite books are blemished with fluorescent or pencil and ballpoint marks. In dire times I have used nail paint and lip pencils too!
I dropped the habit of making notes in the margins almost as soon as I had adopted it because I realized how ugly it made the page look. But it was good while it lasted and I am amused, dumbstruck, embarrassed or surprised when I come across those thoughts written in the margin after so many years. Did I really think THAT, I often wonder?

Buying books is something that thrills me more than shopping for shoes does. Leisurely afternoons spent browsing in crowded bookstores, deciding which book to buy. Squatting on pavements and obstructing the walking traffic, bargaining for a huge mountain of books that actually cost you what a little over 2 air-conditioned-store bought books would cost.

Waving wildly to catch the eye of the little boys hidden behind ladders of paperbacks at traffic signals and gesturing at the nearest rickshaw-walla/ taxi driver/ bewildered-person-in-car to tap the bookseller and direct him to wherever I am in at that moment. Haggling with them good-naturedly and getting the price of books down to a fourth of the cost mentioned and sealing the deal with a big smile and an additional Rs100 note because you feel guilty for having made them run from one signal to the next.

Buying books is an unparalleled pleasure that only matches the excitement of rushing home to read them. Burying my nose to inhale the fresh, inky scent trapped in between the pages of a brand new book is an exhilarating experience only a fellow ‘Bookie’ can understand. The reverent awe with which the cover is slowly turned to reveal the first page, and before you know it you are deeply entrenched in the world created by the author’s magical words. Click To Tweet

The bright day creeps towards dusk which you only notice when you can’t see the words anymore. Things like work, food and toilet breaks are inconsequential and minor irritants that you brush off impatiently if you can or else evenings, weekends and holidays are looked forward to eagerly to lose yourself in the world of words.

I have always believed that a book comes to you when you need it the most. No two people read the same book.

To quote award winning writer Kathleen Norris- “Just the knowledge that a good book is awaiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier.”

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  1. I am also a book lover and can relate to your journey from Amar Chitra Khata to Nancy Drew.
    ‘I have always believed that a book comes to you when you need it the most’.Very true.Have found this happening for me many times.It is like the much needed guidance lands up at me at the correct time via the books.

  2. Ha! It was as if I was reading my book journey. 🙂 Thanks for taking me along the journey of Nancy Drew and Barbara Cartland.

  3. Oh the smell of the books… That’s the first thing I do after buying a new one and then read the ending. Yeah I too have that bad habit. If the story has too much sorrow I read the ending first to know if the characters will be happy or not. I know i should stop doing that. Books heal, they actually heal my taking us to addifferent world. Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys were my favorite while growing up.

  4. Tinkle is what that twinkled in my eyes when i read this post. Such wonderful memories of going to the library and getting a tinkle.

  5. Books are my world, too. Happy to read this account from a fellow book-lover.

  6. me too a book worm & believe that takes us to a zone which brings the best in us 🙂

  7. This was such a wonderful journey through books. I could identify with much of it since I studied in a convent school too. Only mine wasn’t boring. I loved it and some of the love was because it had a great library that we could go to each week. But for my school I doubt I would have turned into a reader. I loved Nancy Drew. Yeah she used lipstick AND had a boyfriend. That was beyond cool.

  8. Ah, books. I have had a beautiful journey with books too, Mayuri. They are beautiful. They are joyful. They bring another world alive and they are also my companions to improve and grow. Enjoyed your journey with books.

  9. “Buying books is an unparalleled pleasure that only matches the excitement of rushing home to read them.” agree Mayuri and I can completely relate to it ..lovely post 🙂

  10. I actually felt like I was reading the story of my life. Thank you for bringing this up.

  11. Books are the best friend who will never ever let you down! I have grown up on a lot of kind of books – mostly on Sherlock Holmes, Famous Five etc

  12. Hardy Boys was mine :))
    but now lost my reading habit..
    Its bad..very bad…

  13. I related to everything here you’ve mentioned from Champak to the negotiation with the boys on the signals to that inky scent of a new book, everything I just loved it. Though my vocab is too weak so I learnt few words here and yes not to mention I too painted my books initially with fluorescent colors, pencil colors and even sketches thought not the nail paint and lipsticks 😛 😉 Wonderful post..

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  14. you resonated my thoughts on books in so many ways. Perhaps you resonated most of the book lovers thoughts . Someday we must get a chance to visit each others libraries. I have got this habit from my parents who are voracious readers. Shall I tell you a secret? – I never lend books. I am possessive about my books

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